Life crisis.

I was going to call this a midlife crisis, but then I realised I'm not there yet. So this is just a life-in-general crisis.

So I was at Push Over Festival, taking millions of photos. (I didn't have a photo pass, which meant a lot of my photos were hit and miss, hence millions of photos.) Not really millions. Anyway. Amber Lamps won, which was great, because I remember less than a year ago I saw them at the Melbourne High social and I didn't know anything about them.

Lead singer, Amber Lamps (Photo by me)

However, this served to highlight my lack of achievements in recent years. I haven't published a book, been in a musical, been on TV (except for a couple minutes when I was 12), been in a band, been discovered for anything, started a business, or anything really.

I guess this is the Gen Y thing. We're so used to instantaneous happenings and Twitter trends, shows being cast via the web, Youtube phenomena, whatever else, that when things don't happen, it's disheartening. I'm not saying that we expect things to just happen to us, but I still will admit that I feel insignificant and un-noteworthy.

To any older person who reads this, I guess this seems pretty ridiculous. I'm 17 and I feel like everything's over.

But hey, at least I'm clear on my priorities again.

Do you think everyone has some thing that they're made to do? Maybe not everyone ends up doing it, or discovers it. But the thing that means they wake up happy with their lives, that makes them complete.

If there is that one thing, I think it's music.

My parents keep telling me that music is risky, and to have a solid job and income before attempting anything in the music industry. On some level, I completely understand and agree.

On another level, my heart tells me that I can take it, and that by the time I've done a couple of degrees and am earning decent money, my heart and drive will have died.

Either way, I should probably at least finish school first, right?

Reminiscing.

I love My Chemical Romance. A lot.

It's not like they saved my life. There was no epiphany moment where I was holding a bottle of pills and I'm Not Okay came on the radio and I realised that, "hey, I don't want to die!"

But they were there for me (in a musical sense) when I felt like everything was falling apart. They made me. Before I started listening to them and music like them, I was ordinary. Like, no life ordinary.

And despite all the crap I got and still get for liking them, I don't give a fuck. Because well, they're special. They make me feel special.

The night I saw them live was the best night of my life. I honestly do not think anything could ever top it.

Now I'm pretty much rambling. But, Danger Days? Perfection.

This is me.

Procrastinating. My review of The Getaway Plan is here. It got put in Liveguide's review section (:

And here are some photos I took with my phone, which is why I'm proud, because they turned out not too badly. So yay me.

I found a pretty cool song.

Unhappy Birthday - The Smiths

I've come to wish you an unhappy birthday
I've come to wish you an unhappy birthday
'Cause you're evil
And you lie
And if you should die
I may feel slightly sad
(But I won't cry)

Loved and lost
And some may say
When usually it's Nothing
Surely you're happy
It should be this way ?
I say "No, I'm gonna kill my dog"
And : "May the lines sag, may the lines sag heavy and deep tonight"


I've come to wish you an unhappy birthday
I've come to wish you an unhappy birthday
'Cause you're evil
And you lie
And if you should die
I may feel slightly sad
(But I won't cry)


Loved and lost
And some may say
When usually it's Nothing
Surely you're happy
It should be this way ?
I said "No"
And then I shot myself
So, drink, drink, drink
And be ill tonight


From the one you left behind
From the one you left behind
From the one you left behind
From the one you left behind
Behind
Behind
Behind
Behind
Behind
Behind
Oh, unhappy birthday
Behind
Behind
Behind



Isn't it lovely?

because I'm materialistic

My birthday's in a few days, and I'm not having any parties or anything happening, which is alright, because I'm not much for fusses. (Okay, admittedly I like people giving me attention, but that's beside the point.)

As much as I would like to think otherwise, I am materialistic, the same as most people. So here is my wishlist.

1. The full boxset of Buffy the Vampire Slayer


2. This Skeleton Crew shirt, which I've wanted since well, forever.


3. A decent drum kit. Like, I don't know, this one? (Never mind it costing something like four grand...)


4. A new // several new guitar/s. Preferably Fender or maybe Gibson.


5. Another external hard drive, because I've almost used up a terabyte.

6. More memory for my lovely Macbook, otherwise known as Max.

7. The Angel boxset!


8. THIS CARD.




9. Also, this man please.

Or this guy.

Don't wanna be too picky.

Review: The Getaway Plan U18

People walking through Russell Street on Friday afternoon were wondering why the hell so many different teenagers were lined up around several corners, throwing Starburst at each other, drinking Coke, yelling, laughing, or simply sitting on the concrete. The reason? The Getaway Plan were back in town.

Cheerleader, the first support act, were vaguely energetic and politely received. Despite that, they seemed to lack enthusiasm and only were able to summon a cordial response from the audience. The next band, Built on Secrets, were able to garner more of a reaction, with engaging performances from each member, particularly the drummer. However, the more well-known Stealing O’Neal eclipsed both the previous acts, stealing the show with a healthy mixture of old favourites, entirely new tracks and banter, performed with a riotous exuberance and the confident declaration that this was their best performance ever. In between acts, speakers reminded the audience of the show’s cause: to raise awareness about depression, addiction, self harm and suicide.

After Stealing O’Neal, the curtains went down, and Billboard the Venue buzzed with an almost overwhelming nervous excitement from hundreds of teens desperate for a hit of The Getaway Plan. The rising curtains heralded frenzied cheers from the crowd, and the resulting band appeared much the same, except for a haircut and smart black coat for vocalist, Matt Wright. They performed admirably considering their year-long absence, blazing through their set with songs from their last album, Other Voices, Other Rooms, including Sleep Spindles, Shadows, Red Flag and of course, ending with the ever-popular Where The City Meets The Sea.
There was some disappointment at their decision to include only one song from pre-Other Voices times. Nevertheless, The New Year added to the showcase of Matt Wright’s impressive vocal range, ranging from screaming to singing to whispering.

The encore song, Rhapsody on a Windy Night, was preluded by the haunting Entr’acte, similar to the album version. Any lingering thoughts that The Getaway Plan weren’t fully back were forgotten as Matt leapt from the stage into the crowd complete with microphone, sparking a crazy few minutes with some doubt as to whether the singer would emerge again. He did, and The Getaway Plan went out with a bang.

Are they really back? The clock is counting down...



So that was my review of the show. Also, I EFFING LOVE THE GETAWAY PLAN TO DEATH. In other news, my goal in life is to become a rockstar. 

Good stuff and bad stuff and other stuff.

Well, I have these stupid braces and elastics that I always need to wear. On the bad side, my teeth are a pain - I tried to eat some Special K today. I ate about three pieces before I gave up, due to my teeth yelling at me. On the good side, it means I'm not constantly snacking.

Good side, I've had some pretty great conversations with two or three really great people lately. On the downside, I've been asked to be someone's backup girlfriend. Which makes me think that I'm not going to ever be a real girlfriend. Real comforting.

We also got our school photos (terrible), one of my friends got expelled (awful, horrible, angering, and many more unpleasant emotions), we're watching Clueless in Lit (totally DOPE), I'm thinking about getting a new phone (vaguely exciting), tomorrow is the audition for the Christmas Choir at Crown, and I'm eagerly looking forward to the holidays.

I'm trying to write a 'fanfiction' for Pride and Prejudice, which is irritating because I don't think I can write something linked to Pride and Prejudice that is short. Because Pride and Prejudice is a ridiculously long and very idealistic book. So I can't make the Darcys have marital problems, or affairs, or anything, because Jane Austen FINISHES THE BOOK by saying blah blah, they're happy forever. Dammit.

And oh yeah, I won first prize. Hello $300 and reaffirmation of my potential in the field of writing.

This was an incredibly boring post. I apologise.

So like.

I noticed I start sentences with 'so' a lot. Oops. But. Good news: I won something. Bad news: I'm not sure what it is yet. Something to do with my story. Hmm. What else. I'm planning on taking my cousin out to the city on Friday, her last night in Melbourne. The next morning (at something like 5am?) she'll be leaving to get on a plane back to China.

The problem is, I'm not sure where to take her. I'm pretty sure she should visit Chinatown ^^ Because y'know, she's Chinese and all. Okay, it's not that funny. Whatever. I have a feeling the Tim Burton exhibition will be largely meaningless to her.

Also, I'm watching Scott Pilgrim vs. The World on Saturday! I'm watching with this serendipitous guy. I have a feeling that's not the way you use serendipitous. Oh well. I have to use a five syllable to make myself sound smarter. Mission failure! I actually love Michael Cera, like, a lot. He's super cute. My top three Michael Cera movies:

• Paper Heart
• Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist
• Juno

 So, I was typing the word 'blogging', and I accidentally typed 'bogging'. Haha.

Finally! Does anyone have any ideas for a climate change ad for this competition I'm thinking of entering? sharona out.

sharona [feels things too much]

TO BUY:

• More pencil lead.
• Bread.

TO DO:

• Be healthier and fitter
• Get singing lessons
• Be in musical/s
• Become awesome at stuff
• Do homework.

 Also, I would like to live in a musical please.

Warning: Another whiny post.

So. You know what really sucks. BEING ASIAN. I'm not being racist or anything. I know heritage, pride, etc etc.

But the fact of the matter is, most musicals are written for white people. There are a few that are Asian-specific (Miss Saigon, The King and I, etc), but on the whole, European/American/WHITE.

All the musicals I think about and dream about and want with all my heart to be a part of. Les Mis - French. Next to Normal - American. Rent - Spanish girl, black girl, black guy, no Asian. Chess - American/Russian. Spring Awakening - German.

I am so effing sick of this.

What's in a name?

That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.

I love Romeo and Juliet to death (haha, I'm so funny) and especially the adaption with Leonardo DiCaprio and Claire Danes. But while Shakespeare's point is valid, I do think names play a big part in the world.

There's a big difference between calling someone 'Charlie' and calling someone 'Charles'. The first one immediately sounds more casual and friendly. People instantly form their impressions based on names. For example, when I think of a name like...Gerard, I imagine someone sort of dark-ish and mysterious. Which is why vampires usually have cool names such as Angel and Drusilla and etc.

There has been a big push for more original names, hence celebrity kids being called 'Apple', 'Moon Unit', 'Kal-El Coppola' (Kudos for the Superman reference), and...'Princess Tiaamii'.

I recently hosted a kiddy party where I work, and I swear the only normal name there was Cynthia. Every one of the kids had one of those 'unique' names. Which is awesome, but there is a fine line between 'unique' and 'pretentious and lame'.

This ramble was mostly just to explain my blog's name - 'girl anachronism'. Firstly, it's a song by the Dresden Dolls. They're pretty amazing.

An anachronism is an error in chronology, especially putting something (object, person, idea, custom, technology, whatever) in the wrong time period. So this song is basically wishing that she'd been born in a different time, and that she's always out of place. Which I (and most people probably) can relate to.

Also, I really dislike Macbeth. Just putting it out there.

Completely addicted...

To music. Odd, isn't it?

I've been noticing it more lately. Like...I have to have my iPod speakers playing while I'm in the shower or brushing my teeth. And I listen to them when I sleep. And then on my Macbook when I wake up. Recently I had a mini spaz when I had to go from the car's music to my room to listen to music again. It was so weird.

Last night I listening to musicals, and I was convinced that musical theatre was my calling, and if I didn't sing on stage in a musical, I would die unhappy and unfulfilled.

Today I'm listening to Eminem and I have come to the conclusion that I just need music. Need it, sort of the same way I need oxygen or water.

Mini-tangent: I actually really like Eminem. I first got into him in Grade 5, and I'm pretty sure I had a huge crush on him. And I've decided that the reason Eminem is so much more awesome than other rappers is that he's a minority for one. A minority in his field, but not in you know, life. Or America. Or...whatever. It's sort of like...there is no shortage of Asians. But look at musical theatre and they are definitely a minority. That's sort of what I mean.

And I still like him. Because he's not like 'CHICKS. MONEY. RIDES. CHICKS. BOOBS. SEX. SEX. SEX.' At least, not all the time like other rappers. I like the way he rhymes.

I guess all I'm trying to say is that, I don't think I could handle any sort of future that doesn't involve music. I was thinking about music industry, like managing, but I don't know if I could be that close to so much yet not have it.

And so ends another post about what to do. Time for some Buffy.

Taaaaake on me...

I think if I had to choose my three favourite music videos ever...they would have to be:

1. a-ha - Take On Me
2. Coldplay - Strawberry Swing
3. Death Cab For Cutie - A Movie Script Ending

Now I think about it, these three have a few things in common. They're all love stories in different ways and they all use some form of animation (rotoscoping, chalk drawn and stop motion photos, respectively). And they're all amazing. I just discovered the music video for Take On Me, which is why I want to rave about it. And now I've gotten to the part where I can babble on about how amazing it is, I can't think of what to say...

I just really like the concept. I'm sure everyone has fictional characters, from movies or books or the like, that they wish were real. (This song is totally not on repeat right now, I swear.) I...get so invested in characters onscreen, or in a book or graphic novel, and DAMMIT, I WANT SOME HOT NORWEGIAN GUY TO BREAK HIS WAY OUT OF A COMIC BOOK TO BE WITH ME KTHANKS.

Yes, the band is from Norway. That's what happens when I get obsessed, I look things up. They used rotoscoping, which is when they film the real life actors and then they project it somewhere and trace it all sketchy like. But that's olden day rotoscoping, and they used computers. Now I really want that for my media project. Never mind that it'll probably take months and months. Rawr.

Also, the singer has a range of at least two and a half octaves! That's actually quite incredible.

Completely unrelated, I'm pretty much up to date with my homework. Isn't it amazing? I don't even feel like myself! (A good thing, probably.)

Buffy is making me sad. SPOILER ALERT. Tara died. And Willow went all dark and 'bored now!' and flayed a guy alive. The guy was effed up anyway. He killed his girlfriend and Tara and almost killed Buffy and he was a traitor and loser. But I'm two episodes from finishing Season 6. I'm pretty sure I downloaded/watched the whole season in less than a week. But I keep accidentally reading spoilers, rawr.

Ticket fiasco.

I can finally be bothered blogging about this incident. Which I am still pissed off about, by the way. Bee tee dubs. Haha. Chatspeak is a funny thing.

So I had this Florence ticket and I couldn't go to the concert. The day before, I found a girl who said she really wanted it. Let's call her...bad-word. Or A, for convenience. She said she really wanted to go, which I knew was only true to a degree, because I'd sort of noticed she didn't know anything much about Florence. But hey, I was finally getting the ticket to someone else.

Few hours after that, an awesome person known as KB told me that she wanted the ticket. And it was her birthday, and I love her, and she really wanted to see a girl that was going. But I'd already promised A, who wasn't a particular friend, but I didn't think it was right to go back on a deal.

But I asked A anyway, are you sure you really want to go? It's just someone else really wants it too. And she replied that she'd organised everything and she really, REALLY wanted to go. She'd have the money on Friday! Fair enough.

She didn't go. And she Facebook messaged me shit, but the long and short of it:





Eff her.

Also, I am not feeling like a special little snowflake. I feel like crap, actually. And so here's a Chuck Palahniuk quote:

"We are the middle children of history, raised by television to believe that someday we'll be millionaires and movie stars and rock stars, but we won't. And we're just learning this fact. So don't fuck with us."


I would add an appropriately depressing photo, but I really can't be bothered finding one.

People are effing stupid.

Since when did socialist become such a bad thing? People are getting more and more selfish. Hillary Clinton was amazing and American corporations are effing idiots. And I'm watching Sicko in media class, obviously.

AND I GOT TICKETS FOR THE GETAWAY PLAN. EFF YEAH.

...

I'm getting my Accounting 3/4 midyear results on Monday. I've been freaking out just a tiny bit. If I get a bad mark, I'm probably going to throw myself off a building.

In other news, I'm now doing sound for the school musical, Bye Bye Birdie. Quite exciting. I'm actually not meant to be doing tech anymore, because my parents are evil. But there's a lot of mics and the girl who was going to do it was sort of freaked out by the whole responsibility idea of it. So TH asked me. Things have changed in the biobox.

Also, the Year 12 media screening was today, which was all kinds of amazing.

And I've decided that I'm making an animation for 'this modern love' by Bloc Party. Any thematic/storyline ideas? I've got...a forest.

ZOMG

I WON A KASABIAN TOUR POSTER. LIFE IS AWESOME RIGHT AT THIS SECOND. HOORAY!

WORDS CANNOT EXPRESS MY EXCITEMENT.

So I was wishing Nick a happy birthday, which required a temporary breach of my no-Facebook, no-MSN rule. And on my News Feed, what should pop up, but: Revival of The Getaway Plan for Youth Depression. AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH! These are the times that Facebook actually is useful!

I love the Getaway Plan. I loved them before 'Where the City Meets the Sea', but I loved that too. There is no elitism intended there, honestly. I saw them play with My Chemical Romance before they broke up, and they were insanely good. Way better than Circa Survive. And they're reviving for TWLOHA! I've noticed that this organisation has gained sort of an indie/scene kid/something sort of rep. They're amazing, regardless.

HOW THE HELL CAN 1438 PEOPLE BE 'NOT ATTENDING'? They're probably not in Melbourne now I come to think of it. Anyway, !!!, is my thought for the day. I HAVE TO SEE THEM. THIS IS INCREDIBLE. IT'S LIKE LEARNING THAT SANTA CLAUS ACTUALLY DOES EXIST AFTER THE CRUSHING REVELATION THAT HE DIED IN AN UNFORTUNATE REINDEER COLLISION. INSERT FURTHER EXCLAMATIONS IN CAPS.

I am excited.

I am revived.

(I am off to work.)

Selling one ticket. Got the love?

I have one ticket for Florence and the Machine. Which cost me $84.95. Or something. And I can't really go. And no one wants to buy just one ticket. Eff. Eff it. AAAAAARGHHHH. Is selling tickets on eBay illegal? It's not even scalping, it's just that I need to get rid of it.

On a different note, I feel extremely sick. In the stomach department. I hate you, dairy. You're evil and I will never eat you again. -Rude gesture-

Also, I sort of miss you, which is bad. Bad bad bad. Because I shouldn't be. Missing you, that is. At the same time, I never want to see your face again. (But I do.) And right now I'm listening to the Smiths, and they're shiny. (Thankyou, Joss Whedon.)

I think 'brightside' should be one word. Brightside. Brightside. On the brightside. It's pretty.

Colour my life with the chaos of trouble.

girl anachronism.

there i go again
pretending that i'll fall
don't call the doctors
cause they've seen it all before
they'll say just
let
her
crash
and
burn
she'll learn
the attention just encourages her

I love amanda fucking palmer.

Also, I've been feeling really bad for a bunch of my friends. There's this whole crazy thing at school going on...alright. I was totally going to chuck in a 'read more, after the jump!'. But obviously Blogspot doesn't feel like being intuitive and simple like Livejournal or Tumblr. Fine.

The gist of it is, kids at my school sign a contract saying they won't drink, won't smoke, won't do drugs. All technically illegal for under 18s, not that it stops a lot of people.

I've got a feeling the school turns a blind eye to a lot of the stuff that goes on, but in the holidays there was a gathering that involved alcohol, smoking, and apparently drugs. Maybe not out of the ordinary really, but then someone posted photos of this happy event. Back to school, on the Thursday I think, the crazy began.

The Vice-Principal and the Principal got involved, there was this crazy shitstorm, and it ended in community service for some, 3 day suspensions, 7 day suspensions, and quite possibly means a bunch of them won't be leaders next year. There was also a drama excursion today, which means there'll probably be a whole lot of punishments tomorrow as well.

I'll admit I was all uppity at not being invited. But yeah. In light of what has happened, I'm glad I wasn't there.


Also, I ate like, five peanut-butter sandwiches today. I am addicted. Save me.
And again, OHWOW. I HAVE PLURAL FOLLOWERS. 2. Heh.